Rising Shadows: The Fight for Freedom I

Chapter 82: Crisis

Detection spells, probing spells, energy measurement spells, judgment spells-Ambrol casually casts a myriad of detection spells, and within mere moments, over a dozen spells have landed upon the longsword.

Though these spells consume little magical energy, if another mage were to cast them consecutively, they would certainly feel some fatigue. However, for Ambrol, who has ascended to the Saint Level, such expenditure is negligible. At this moment, all of the Mage's focus is directed toward the sword before him, and his expression grows increasingly serious and perplexed with each spell cast.

Lying quietly on the table, the sword remains utterly still, receiving the spells without a hint of response. This lack of reaction is precisely what perplexes Ambrol.

Strange, there is not the slightest reaction! Even if it were merely an ordinary sword, my spells should have some effect! Regardless of the materials used to forge a weapon, it must amalgamate some cosmic energy! Water, fire, wind, earth-no matter the element, there should be at least a trace!

Yet, I cannot detect any elemental energy from this sword. All my spells seem to have fallen into an abyss of the demonic realm, yielding no feedback whatsoever... How peculiar! This sword is truly enigmatic, reminiscent of the legendary-demon sword!?

After casting a series of spells, Ambrol finally ceases his incantations and lowers his head to scrutinize the longsword, once again lost in thought. However, this time, the old Mage's contemplation stretches on longer than before.

After a prolonged period of reflection, when Ambrol raises his head again, his gaze is no longer fixed on the sword but directed toward Darn.

There are no special signs, no peculiarities. Even a handful of dirt from the ground should not exhibit such behavior. However, if I consider the changes in this youth...

Ambrol's wise eyes scrutinize Darn from head to toe, and a new hypothesis begins to take shape in the old Mage's mind.

Could it be that all the elemental energy from this sword has transferred to the boy, resulting in the absence of any elemental energy? When I first encountered this child, I sensed a faint energy fluctuation emanating from him. Although that fluctuation quickly dissipated, I am certain it did not belong to the normal elemental energy spectrum!

With this thought, Ambrol raises his hand and casts a set of spells identical to those before, this time targeting Darn.

What is Grandfather Ambrol doing? What is he searching for? Uh, he wouldn't have detected the secret within my body, would he? Initially curious, Darn soon feels a wave of anxiety wash over him. However, before he can discern the Mage's intentions, Ambrol concludes his probing with satisfaction.

"Ha ha ha, little one, do you know what I have discovered within you?" The old Mage, appearing quite pleased, speaks with excitement.

"Uh, what have you found?" Darn asks, unable to suppress a slight tremor of apprehension. What if he discovers the demon residing within me? What punishment might I face!?

"I have found a vibrant fire elemental energy within your body, and as a master of fire spells, I believe that with your potential, even if those fire elements do not stem from your innate talent, and despite your late start in learning magic, if you apply yourself diligently, your future achievements will undoubtedly be remarkable!"

As he speaks, the old Mage's gaze softens further, radiating warmth and affection. This look envelops Darn, filled with excitement and enthusiasm, akin to a master craftsman beholding a fine piece of jade, a dwarf discovering rare gold, or an elf encountering a breathtaking bow.

Yet, Darn momentarily fails to grasp the full meaning of Grand Mage Ambrol's words. In the midst of the Mage's suddenly heightened enthusiasm, Darn realizes he is no longer in danger, but he also feels a strange sensation, akin to being scrutinized by a wolf, as if he has transformed into an exquisite beauty, albeit one without clothing...